Three words. One. Pot. Meal. There is nothing that I love more than a delicious meal with minimal clean up. I mean who doesn’t right?
As much as I love to cook, I really hate a cooking mess even more. Any mess actually. That’s becasue I might or might not have a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder. I’m not the kind of OCD that has to wash my hands a thousand times a day or turn on and of the light switch or anything like that. Most people (I think) find me to be fairly normal. Except for the fact that my house has to be completely in order at all times. I get really stressed out if there’s clutter on the counter, or dirt on the floor, or dishes in the sink. And of course all beds must be made before leaving the house. The funny thing is, I couldn’t care less if other people’s homes are messy. I just need my space to be spotless. It’s kind of like the one thing I can control when the rest of my life is crazy. Continue Reading..